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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

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Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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"That's really the only thing that matters to me, is that I make art for a living. And if I make art for a living... I win."

My conscience don’t hold a grudge against my impulse.

“Hold on to what you believe in the light, when the darkness has robbed you of all your sight”

It’s not always easy to keep a clear conscience. Sometimes it’s hard enough just to go to work. Say hello to the rest of your life. We as people need change. With change we need responsibility. Honesty is not something I see much of these days. It looks more like a mask. One that doesn’t seem to fit a lot of people. But you have to give those credit who attempt to put it on. I think our ego’s take up too much space. Or we’re stacking mask after mask. If I touch your face it feels like plastic. There is no blood running through it. Maybe that’s why I get so ecstatic when I touch ones face that feels like skin.

It’s like jumping into the largest ocean on planet earth. Immersed in the sensation of life. Truth can be a dangerous thing to fall victim to. It can come to you at any time. Find you in that ocean no matter where you are and grab you by your ankles. Stuck in one place it’s just a matter of time before it hits you. People will remember that night like it was their own lives that ended. They will only be able to say “It just exploded. It exploded into thousands of pieces. Like shards of glass dancing to the bottom of the ocean. Shining in the light of the moon”. It will remind you how much you miss the way old songs woke you up in the morning. Or how quickly autumn turns into spring and you just wish you took the time to catch the scent of fallen leaves.

It’s the greatest sense of detachment; it’s why we hang onto things that make our hearts beat. I would rather cut myself loose then submit myself to the road rash that’s ahead to come. A rib cage can only protect you from so much.

We all in the end still need something we can “love” with. With everyone I know and their past they’re already left with such a mangled meaty muscle that’s hardly pumping blood. That’s what gives us such a great sense of disaster. When you love something enough but are left to face with the facts that not all things can feel the same for you. You can’t live your life with the knowledge that the one thing that makes your heart beat can’t feel it. It will leave your own blood on your hands. Chasing such things feels like ripping your skin off yourself. Shedding yourself down to bone to see how certain you are.

Sometimes shedding yourself seems like the only way to show this person how to truly shine. But your vision is not always shared and often doesn’t mean shit. It is appreciated but not all things can be accepted.

Every word and emotion is grown from something.

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